Goin In

Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] I got the racks so im blowin' it Know my shooters they goin' in Left her, yeah, goin Rockin that Prada, like we blend in I got that Glock so im blowin it Big, fat ass bankroll, 'even wan' bend Might scam his ass nigga, yeah, he got the Benz Religious hoe, yeah she commit sin I couldn't lie to you, bae don't get shit Lean off the yerc, can't pick up the stick [Verse] Piece of the oxy, i am a fish Im with elites, i ain't no lick Yoppa put 'em right up out of them sticks Flyin' to L.A. to fuck on this bitch We flyin' to Cali and swingin' this bitch Boy, dont cop no ring for that bitch She wanna fuck- the gang and shit Big AK it just bang n' shit Make no mistake, cuz it's dangerous Im tryna fuck, the hoe tryna hang and shit Won't quit shootin' until i see brains and shit Where are yo' niggas, i thought you claimed that shit? We might tear down the range and shit Leave a nigga so deranged and shit Leave a nigga so damn faceless, bitch We in Beni's eating steak and shit Can't fuck with that nigga, he lame as shit Funny ass nigga, he just a skit She want a sextape, i took a flick Load up the HK, bitch lets get it Bitch lets get it Childish ass nigga, yeah, just like Disney Pourin' the pink stuff right in my fizzy No, i dont drink red fizzy Hanging up on that bitch, yeah, yeah I told that bitch i was busy Nigga gon' get blitzed, for them chips Nigga i ain't playin' with shit Stupid ass drum in the clip, put 'em in a spliff, smoke his ass down to the tip And no, this ain't no chopstick, this is a broomstick, this is a mopstick Im in the 'stu til 6, cause im locked in I found my nigga so fake, boy, i blocked him I found my nigga so fake so i cropped him Aye, i just had to skrt on the cops 'nem She suck the dick so good, like, god damn Bitch tryna play me like, bitch sit yo' ass down! Nigga stay talking that shit, put his ass down (Ahem) You know i got good reefer in my lungs now Yeah [Chorus] I got the racks so im blowin' it Know my shooters they goin' in Left her, yeah, goin Rockin that Prada, like we blend in I got that Glock so im blowin it Big, fat ass bankroll, 'even wan' bend Might scam his ass nigga, yeah, he got the Benz Religious hoe, yeah she commit sin I couldn't lie to you, bae don't get shit Lean off the yerc, can't pick up the stick (Yerc!)
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Credits
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- Izaya Tiji